violet,,, do more hate sex with suna IM BEGGING YOU
SAY LESS 🤩 read here for the first part.
warning: degradation, dacryphilia, nsfw. suna with big dick energy.
just imagine it start to become a routine thing, y'know? you think, just because he fucked you too good doesn't mean you're gonna stop calling him out. but the thing is, you only do it more often now so he can fuck you senseless again after training. dont get him wrong, though, he knows you're doing it on purpose and it only drives him to fuck you harder!
"shut up," he glares at you when you squeal as he pushes his thick cock inside you, "t-too big rin, please slow down," you beg.
"i said shut up, 'm gonna fuck you stupid," he starts pounding into you in a brutal pace, his arm around your waist, holding you up, he shoves two fingers into your mouth, "since you like using that slutty mouth of yours so much, suck," he commands you and you obey.
"what? you think i dont know what you're doing? keep calling me out about 'slacking off'?" he pushes his fingers deeper til he hears you choke, tears pooling from the corner of your eyes. "god, you're just a bratty little whore, aren't you, hm? like pushing my buttons so you can get fucked like this? pathetic."
he'll continue railing you against the wall until you're crying, and fuck, he loves seeing you become a sobbing, stupid little whore for him. when you're cumming for about the third time already, eyelids dropping, he pats your cheek, "hey, eyes on me, don't tap out now. weren't you just being a bratty, defiant little thing earlier? cmon, where's that bratty fuckdoll now, hm?" he taunts, you could only moan with your tongue lolling out as you feel another orgasm coming, a sudden slap to your ass is what makes you come undone, your walls clamping around his thick cock, sucking him in everytime he tried to pull away. you can feel his thrusts finally stutter, his forehead falling on your shoulder as he reaches his high, "fuuuck, hate you so much," he groans as he spills inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum.
you stay together like that for a while before he parts himself from you, your legs still wrapped around his waist and hands gripping tightly around his muscular arms, "next time, if you want me to fuck you so bad, fuckin tell me, dont be such a bitch about it," is what he says before he lets you down without regard if you can even stand in the first place.
when your legs give out under you, you glare at him, "i fucking hate you," you spat, he only gives you a cocky smirk, his eyes raking at your body up and down, full of bruises and hickeys, his gaze stop between your thighs and he says, "your pussy dripping with my cum says otherwise, babe."
